"Why not?"
"Hadn't time, he said, to be fooling with them."
"The old chump!"
"Lucky dog," said McCarthy, between his teeth. "I wish I had the nerve to do the same."
"What the deuce?"
"It makes me boil! I can't sit up and have a solemn bunch of fools look me over. I can't be natural."
"It's give and take," said Dink, smiling. "You'll think yourself the lord of the universe next year."
"I'm not so sure," said McCarthy, gloomily.
"Rats!"
"Oh, you—you've a cinch," said McCarthy. "They're not picking you to pieces and dissecting you. Half the crowd that come to see me have got some friends in the class they'd rather see in than me. I'm darned uncertain, and I know it."